Post by The Circle Television Network on Feb 20, 2017 18:12:51 GMT -5
Chapter XXII: Faithless… (Part 3)
Downtown
Empire City
Anka watched as the police hover-car that had been pursuing her suddenly veered inexplicably out of control towards the S.C. Lewis building. Even if she had wanted, there would have been no way for her to stop its deadly decent. It had entered a tailspin, and its velocity was much too great. Why had they suddenly gone lost control? They had been following her in hot pursuit. Engine trouble perhaps? Whatever it was, the fact remained that if they died, their deaths would have been her fault. She angled her wings back and arced into a graceful dive towards the building—most likely neither of the officers would survive the crash…but if they did, the least she could do was pull them to safety. At the rate of the vehicle's descent, and judging by the sting of the wind whipping across her face as she dove, that was a mighty huge "if".
Inside the doomed squad car, the two officers radioed for help, sending their location in the hopes that someone…anyone would be able to help them.
Several stories below, Superius, the mighty demi-god who had only recently returned to the city strode among the people, but his mind was elsewhere.
Ever since the confrontation with Hexx…the ‘angel’ who bore such a heated vendetta against him, he had been lost in thoughts of his long history. Her grudge against him for his actions during those centuries long past had weighed on him heavily. He had not been a saint, he had only done what needed to be done in the service of Rome. In all that time, he had never had to confront someone who despised him for his actions…someone who was so…personally affected. He couldn’t get the image of her face, twisted into a mask of pure hatred as she battered him…trying with all her heart to dash his brains out amidst the wreckage of the stage in the coliseum…
Superius lay pinned beneath a collapsed pillar. Its enormous weight was too great for him to easily lift, even for a being of his considerable and god-like strength. He watched as the angel, Hexx she had called herself, stalked him. She wrenched free a piece of rebar and she stood over the trapped General as he strained to free himself. He stopped as he saw her standing over him, her eyes burning with vengeance. “You murdered my people…you killed my entire family…and now, it’s your time to die you murdering Roman dog!”
Superius raised his hand, “WAIT! Do you not hear that? The red witch means to bring down this entire structure and kill hundreds of people! We cannot allow that!”
Hexx screamed, “HOW MANY HAVE YOU KILLED?!” She drew back and smashed the metal bar into Superius over and over, screaming as she put her entire body into it. The demi-god attempted to fend off the blows, but he was left nearly helpless before her vicious onslaught. As indestructible has he had been considered, he soon began to wear the wounds of the savage attack on his free arm and face.
CLANG
CLANG
CLANG
She swung the metal until her hands hurt and sang with the reverberation of bouncing off the General’s bloodied skull. She wanted to see his blood ebb out and cover the earth, just as she had been forced to watch her father’s as he lay dying in her arms…just as she had been forced to watch the blood of her surrogate daughter Arella do the same…all at the hands of Romans…Romans under the command of this false god. Her own hands bled and her arms grew weary, but she screamed as tears coursed down her face in black streaks as it mingled with the dirt and dust that swirled around them…
CLANG
CLANG
CLANG
Each blow sounded like thunder and there seemed to be no end in sight. She did not care how many other’s died today…so long as Superius was among them. He would pay for taking away her family…her father, her mother…and even Arella…
Superius could not know about everything that drove the girl’s own personal hate, but it ran deep. Likewise, his own regret ran equally as deep. Hardly a day passed when he did not think about all he had done for the glory of Rome. Had it not been for the power he had been granted, Rome would have collapsed into ruin long ago…but also, the lives of those who stood in the way of Rome’s expansion might also have been spared. Thousands…millions maybe?
He had justified it in those days…but as the centuries wore on, the blood that stained his hands never seemed to fade. It was one of the reasons he had gone into exile…to roam the wastelands and live amount the few native peoples that still remained. In that time, he had found himself and come to terms with his past. His return to Empire City was meant to stop the violence that had threatened to ruin what he had built…what he had crushed other civilizations for.
Once, he had been a hammer to crush those who did not believe as he did…but now, he needed to be something else. He needed to be the Lord Protector…not just of those who believed him to be a god…but to those that believed him to be nothing more than man with centuries of blood on his hands. This had changed everything…
His brief reverie was interrupted by the uttered moans of some citizens on the sidewalk, followed by some yells and screams. Superius opened his eyes and saw several passersby gazing up at the sky, slack-jawed, and pointing. That was never a good sign. Superius didn't look up, he looked down at his hands…hands that would be needed despite the blood that had once stained them. Begrudgingly, he looked up.
High above him, he saw the squad car careening out of control, spiraling through the air in the direction of the massive Lewis tower. His eyes widened as he thought his mind was playing tricks on him when he saw the angel…Hexx, swooping in close behind it.
A cry from a young girl standing in a crowd of people caught his attention. “THE ANGEL ATTACKED THE POLICE! I SAW HER DO IT!”
That hardly sounded right as Superius raced for the building, casting aside his troubled thoughts. His city needed him…his people were in danger. There had been enough hate…there had been enough death. It was time to start putting things right again…for everyone…
KABOOM
The police car tore into the building with a horrific crash of glass and groaning of steel. Below, Superius heard the impact and looked up. To his horror he saw massive chunks of glass falling towards the streets below. People were already vacating the area, but one woman seemed frozen in shock, watching death's swift descent like a deer caught in headlights. Superius kicked his speed into overdrive and dove for her just as the first of the shards hit the ground to her left. He felt a particularly large piece strike his back and shatter as he grabbed the woman in the middle of the dive, taking her out of harm’s way. The rest of the glass fell, bouncing harmlessly off of him. Once the last of it fell, he rose to one knee to find that the woman was alright—she had suffered some minor lacerations to her legs—but had fainted. He stood and looked up, to see the angelic figure swooping into the smoky opening of the crash site.
He steeled himself against the horrors he might witness above. Horrors which included staring into the eyes of the woman who knew his bloody past…the woman who was supposedly responsible for this tragedy. He cast those thoughts aside and quickly ran through the double doors and into the S.C. Lewis Building.
BLACK OPS SITE
Undisclosed Location
Agent Sloan and Agent Maya shook their head in collective disgust as they stared down at the Executive Order from the Mayor granting Daria Knight access to Gaia. Maya pounded her fist on the counter, “It isn’t right! I mean, I know Knight has money and influence, but Gaia is a terrorist! She’s killed more people than we can even count! We need to be chopping her up in little bitty pieces so we can see what makes her tick!”
Sloan arched her brow at that statement, but she understood the sentiment. One of Gaia’s attacks had left Maya’s cousin crippled and dozens of his friends dead. Sloan had kept an eye on Maya, but the girl had stuck to the Agency oath and she had done her duty. She wondered if she could have done the same if Gaia had hurt or killed those close to her. She hoped to never find out. “I just wish I knew what Knight wanted from her.”
Maya shrugged, “She brought in a little gold ring. The thing was charged up off the scale with gluon particles. It was giving off some serious attraction to…to…something!”
Sloan frowned, “Do you think it’s a weapon?”
Maya could only shrug again, “It just looked like a ring to me Ma’am.”
Sloan gave an exasperated sigh as she folded her arms, staring into the soundproof room were Daria sat Gaia, “If I find out that bitch is up to something crooked, all the Executive Orders in Empire City won’t stop me from busting her ass and locking her under the damn jail!”
Inside the stasis chamber, powerful nullifiers held Gaia in check while Daria Knight sat across from her, crossing her long legs and smiling at the two-way mirrored glass. She knew that Grace Sloan was watching her like a hawk, but there wasn’t a damn thing that she could do about it. Daria had the Mayor’s ear and the Mayor had The Agency by its collective balls. It didn’t take much prodding to get what she wanted…and what she wanted was answers to what this artifact was and what powers it held. She knew it was old…older than anything she had ever had in her possession…centuries old. Apparently it had the power to heal wounds…and while that was enough, it also bore some strong attraction to something else…something that would no doubt be just as powerful at the ring itself. Gaia was the master of gravity…if anyone could sense where and what it was attracted to, it would be her.
Daria tapped on the stasis chamber that held Gaia’s powers in check and the red haired meta opened her eyes and glared at her. Daria smiled, “Hey there sleepy head…rise and shine! My name is Daria Knight and I need you to do me a huge favor.” She pressed the ring against the glass.
Gaia smirked, “You asking me to marry you?”
Daria shook her head, “No…defiantly not.” She tapped the ring against the glass. “I need you to tell me what this little bugger is attracted to. It’s emitting particles that indicate it is part of a larger…something…I’d like to know what that something is.”
Gaia laughed, “So…I just help you with your little treasure hunt and then what? You let the Keystone Cops put me back in a fucking coma? NO THANKS! You should have asked to marry me…you might have had better luck!”
Daria nodded, her voice dropping low, even though there was no chance that anyone else would hear their conversation. “Right now, your chances of ever seeing the light of day again are nil. I am in a position to greatly increase your chances of leaving this place…but only of you cooperate.”
Gaia glared at Daria and then at the ring. She rolled her eyes, “I need assurances!”
Daria sighed as she dropped the ring into her pocket. “You are in a position to demand nothing…while I am in a position to grant nothing! All we have right now is our word…and that will have to do.” She folded her arms, “Do we have a deal?”
Gaia stared at her through her tiny enclosed prison, then laid back and closed her eyes. “FINE! I’ll help…but I can’t do it inside here. Something that small…it won’t be easy…it will take time.”
Daria smiled, “I’ll make the arrangements.” She turned back to the two-way glass and smiled. She couldn’t wait to see the look on Sloan’s face when she told her that she needed to take Gaia out on a little field trip. She was going to absolutely shit…
S.C. LEWIS BUILDING
Empire City
Anka’s wings fanned away the smoke as she landed on the edge of the gaping hole in the side of the building. The first thing she saw was the crashed vehicle, and bodies all around it. The place was a horror scene and there was nothing she could do for the people who lay dead among the ruins. She checked the broken and bloodied bodies, but no one had survived the crash.
“HEXX!” Anka glanced over as Superius burst into the yawning crash site. He frowned at the devastation all around him, then focused his attention back on her. “What happened?”
Anka ignored him, turning back to the massive hole in the side of the building. Without sparing him a second look, she launched herself into the air.
“HEXX!” Superius roared as he dashed after her and leapt. Anka was quick, but Superius caught hold of her ankle, dropping the both of them into a plummet as she was forced to adjust for the sudden increase in weight.
Her wings beating furiously, she managed to get them airworthy again—and then she began the task of trying to shake him, entering into a series of sharp turns, banks, and dives. When that did little to break his steel grip, she began to bash him into the sides of buildings. She dove nearly straight down, with the demi-god stubbornly attached to her ankle, and angled herself towards an apartment building. She suddenly rose into a steep climb, one that would have her just barely breach the edge of the building. She heard a grunt, a thud, a crash, and felt a tug at her ankles—and looked down, expecting to see Superius dashed against the side of the wall. To her surprise, he was still attached. There was a hole in the edge of the roof where he'd struck, but he looked none the worse for wear. She gritted her teeth, “YOU THINK I WON’T KILL YOU, BASTARD?!!”
Superius began to pull himself up, “I know that you’ll try! But you have to stop!” Anka maintained her erratic flight pattern as she aimed a series of punches down at him, but they had little effect. As he tried to scale her body as their altitude began to swiftly decline. Anka’s blows merely bounced off of Superius, who clung doggedly to her; he landed some blows of his own, but he didn't have the leverage to make them count. They brawled back and forth until the rising sounds of traffic informed them of how close to the ground they were getting. Anka looked up from her attempted gouging of Superius' eyes, and saw that their insane course had taken them into the midst of ground traffic. She was getting tired from the extra weight, and she didn't know if she could lift up into another ascent. Unless…
She aimed for the rail tracks—towards the transport trains. Superius realized their course and yelled, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” She didn't answer, dipping into another dive, this one into the path of a massive oncoming transport. His eyes grew wide and he looked back up at her. “STOP THIS MADNESS, YOU’LL DIE!”
Her course remained steady and she showed no signs of diverting, in fact her speed picked up. She looked down at him, “It has never bothered you before…MURDERER!”
Superius held on, looking from her to the oncoming train and then back again. Her words had struck him at his core and he was powerless against her hatred of him. His grip loosened as he spoke... “Things change…people change…”
Anka suddenly felt her body lighten as she veered up sharply just out of the path of the speeding train. She looked down as Superius hit the ground, rolling off the tracks as the speeding transport missed him by mere inches. Anka angled high into the sky, leaving him behind…though his final words echoed in her ears “…things change…people change…”
A few minutes later several squad cars arrived in the rail yards.
Stacey Jordan hopped out of one of the cars and ran up to Superius, “General, where is she?! Where is the angel?!”
Superius shook his head, “I’m afraid I was unable to capture her Detective.”
Stacey swore under her breath as she keyed her radio, “All units, this is an all-points bulletin, be on the lookout for ‘the Angel of Empire City.’ The charge is murder!”
Superius put his hand on Stacey’s shoulder, a look of concern on his face, “Detective, I would not rush to judgment. There isn’t enough evidence to call her a murderer.”
Stacey narrowed her eyes at the demi-god, “I have over 80 people dead or missing in the S.C. Lewis Building…that is all the evidence I need right now! Hexx…Anka Jarius…whatever the hell she wants to call herself? She’s coming in wearing cuffs or she’s leaving in a body bag! She’s a murder…and sooner or later, all murderers pay for their crimes!”
As the Detective walked away, this time it was Superius’ turn to have words left echoing in his ears; “…sooner or later, all murderers pay for their crimes…” Superius ran his hands over his face as he wondered when his time would come to pay…
EPISODE CREDITS
CAST (In order of appearance)
Anka … Kenzi Grey
Superius ... Seth Jorgenson
Screaming Girl in the Crowd (Arella) … Orchid
Agent Maya … Maria Salvatore
Agent Grace Sloan … Amy Jo Smyth
Daria Knight ... Missy
Gaia… Kate Steele
Detective Stacey Jordan … Nina Stokes
Directed by … DubbleFC
Screenplay by … Ron B.
Produced by … CTN Television Studios
Casting by … Maleek Raheem
Music by … Guilty Pleasure
Downtown
Empire City
Anka watched as the police hover-car that had been pursuing her suddenly veered inexplicably out of control towards the S.C. Lewis building. Even if she had wanted, there would have been no way for her to stop its deadly decent. It had entered a tailspin, and its velocity was much too great. Why had they suddenly gone lost control? They had been following her in hot pursuit. Engine trouble perhaps? Whatever it was, the fact remained that if they died, their deaths would have been her fault. She angled her wings back and arced into a graceful dive towards the building—most likely neither of the officers would survive the crash…but if they did, the least she could do was pull them to safety. At the rate of the vehicle's descent, and judging by the sting of the wind whipping across her face as she dove, that was a mighty huge "if".
Inside the doomed squad car, the two officers radioed for help, sending their location in the hopes that someone…anyone would be able to help them.
Several stories below, Superius, the mighty demi-god who had only recently returned to the city strode among the people, but his mind was elsewhere.
Ever since the confrontation with Hexx…the ‘angel’ who bore such a heated vendetta against him, he had been lost in thoughts of his long history. Her grudge against him for his actions during those centuries long past had weighed on him heavily. He had not been a saint, he had only done what needed to be done in the service of Rome. In all that time, he had never had to confront someone who despised him for his actions…someone who was so…personally affected. He couldn’t get the image of her face, twisted into a mask of pure hatred as she battered him…trying with all her heart to dash his brains out amidst the wreckage of the stage in the coliseum…
Superius lay pinned beneath a collapsed pillar. Its enormous weight was too great for him to easily lift, even for a being of his considerable and god-like strength. He watched as the angel, Hexx she had called herself, stalked him. She wrenched free a piece of rebar and she stood over the trapped General as he strained to free himself. He stopped as he saw her standing over him, her eyes burning with vengeance. “You murdered my people…you killed my entire family…and now, it’s your time to die you murdering Roman dog!”
Superius raised his hand, “WAIT! Do you not hear that? The red witch means to bring down this entire structure and kill hundreds of people! We cannot allow that!”
Hexx screamed, “HOW MANY HAVE YOU KILLED?!” She drew back and smashed the metal bar into Superius over and over, screaming as she put her entire body into it. The demi-god attempted to fend off the blows, but he was left nearly helpless before her vicious onslaught. As indestructible has he had been considered, he soon began to wear the wounds of the savage attack on his free arm and face.
CLANG
CLANG
CLANG
She swung the metal until her hands hurt and sang with the reverberation of bouncing off the General’s bloodied skull. She wanted to see his blood ebb out and cover the earth, just as she had been forced to watch her father’s as he lay dying in her arms…just as she had been forced to watch the blood of her surrogate daughter Arella do the same…all at the hands of Romans…Romans under the command of this false god. Her own hands bled and her arms grew weary, but she screamed as tears coursed down her face in black streaks as it mingled with the dirt and dust that swirled around them…
CLANG
CLANG
CLANG
Each blow sounded like thunder and there seemed to be no end in sight. She did not care how many other’s died today…so long as Superius was among them. He would pay for taking away her family…her father, her mother…and even Arella…
Superius could not know about everything that drove the girl’s own personal hate, but it ran deep. Likewise, his own regret ran equally as deep. Hardly a day passed when he did not think about all he had done for the glory of Rome. Had it not been for the power he had been granted, Rome would have collapsed into ruin long ago…but also, the lives of those who stood in the way of Rome’s expansion might also have been spared. Thousands…millions maybe?
He had justified it in those days…but as the centuries wore on, the blood that stained his hands never seemed to fade. It was one of the reasons he had gone into exile…to roam the wastelands and live amount the few native peoples that still remained. In that time, he had found himself and come to terms with his past. His return to Empire City was meant to stop the violence that had threatened to ruin what he had built…what he had crushed other civilizations for.
Once, he had been a hammer to crush those who did not believe as he did…but now, he needed to be something else. He needed to be the Lord Protector…not just of those who believed him to be a god…but to those that believed him to be nothing more than man with centuries of blood on his hands. This had changed everything…
His brief reverie was interrupted by the uttered moans of some citizens on the sidewalk, followed by some yells and screams. Superius opened his eyes and saw several passersby gazing up at the sky, slack-jawed, and pointing. That was never a good sign. Superius didn't look up, he looked down at his hands…hands that would be needed despite the blood that had once stained them. Begrudgingly, he looked up.
High above him, he saw the squad car careening out of control, spiraling through the air in the direction of the massive Lewis tower. His eyes widened as he thought his mind was playing tricks on him when he saw the angel…Hexx, swooping in close behind it.
A cry from a young girl standing in a crowd of people caught his attention. “THE ANGEL ATTACKED THE POLICE! I SAW HER DO IT!”
That hardly sounded right as Superius raced for the building, casting aside his troubled thoughts. His city needed him…his people were in danger. There had been enough hate…there had been enough death. It was time to start putting things right again…for everyone…
KABOOM
The police car tore into the building with a horrific crash of glass and groaning of steel. Below, Superius heard the impact and looked up. To his horror he saw massive chunks of glass falling towards the streets below. People were already vacating the area, but one woman seemed frozen in shock, watching death's swift descent like a deer caught in headlights. Superius kicked his speed into overdrive and dove for her just as the first of the shards hit the ground to her left. He felt a particularly large piece strike his back and shatter as he grabbed the woman in the middle of the dive, taking her out of harm’s way. The rest of the glass fell, bouncing harmlessly off of him. Once the last of it fell, he rose to one knee to find that the woman was alright—she had suffered some minor lacerations to her legs—but had fainted. He stood and looked up, to see the angelic figure swooping into the smoky opening of the crash site.
He steeled himself against the horrors he might witness above. Horrors which included staring into the eyes of the woman who knew his bloody past…the woman who was supposedly responsible for this tragedy. He cast those thoughts aside and quickly ran through the double doors and into the S.C. Lewis Building.
BLACK OPS SITE
Undisclosed Location
Agent Sloan and Agent Maya shook their head in collective disgust as they stared down at the Executive Order from the Mayor granting Daria Knight access to Gaia. Maya pounded her fist on the counter, “It isn’t right! I mean, I know Knight has money and influence, but Gaia is a terrorist! She’s killed more people than we can even count! We need to be chopping her up in little bitty pieces so we can see what makes her tick!”
Sloan arched her brow at that statement, but she understood the sentiment. One of Gaia’s attacks had left Maya’s cousin crippled and dozens of his friends dead. Sloan had kept an eye on Maya, but the girl had stuck to the Agency oath and she had done her duty. She wondered if she could have done the same if Gaia had hurt or killed those close to her. She hoped to never find out. “I just wish I knew what Knight wanted from her.”
Maya shrugged, “She brought in a little gold ring. The thing was charged up off the scale with gluon particles. It was giving off some serious attraction to…to…something!”
Sloan frowned, “Do you think it’s a weapon?”
Maya could only shrug again, “It just looked like a ring to me Ma’am.”
Sloan gave an exasperated sigh as she folded her arms, staring into the soundproof room were Daria sat Gaia, “If I find out that bitch is up to something crooked, all the Executive Orders in Empire City won’t stop me from busting her ass and locking her under the damn jail!”
Inside the stasis chamber, powerful nullifiers held Gaia in check while Daria Knight sat across from her, crossing her long legs and smiling at the two-way mirrored glass. She knew that Grace Sloan was watching her like a hawk, but there wasn’t a damn thing that she could do about it. Daria had the Mayor’s ear and the Mayor had The Agency by its collective balls. It didn’t take much prodding to get what she wanted…and what she wanted was answers to what this artifact was and what powers it held. She knew it was old…older than anything she had ever had in her possession…centuries old. Apparently it had the power to heal wounds…and while that was enough, it also bore some strong attraction to something else…something that would no doubt be just as powerful at the ring itself. Gaia was the master of gravity…if anyone could sense where and what it was attracted to, it would be her.
Daria tapped on the stasis chamber that held Gaia’s powers in check and the red haired meta opened her eyes and glared at her. Daria smiled, “Hey there sleepy head…rise and shine! My name is Daria Knight and I need you to do me a huge favor.” She pressed the ring against the glass.
Gaia smirked, “You asking me to marry you?”
Daria shook her head, “No…defiantly not.” She tapped the ring against the glass. “I need you to tell me what this little bugger is attracted to. It’s emitting particles that indicate it is part of a larger…something…I’d like to know what that something is.”
Gaia laughed, “So…I just help you with your little treasure hunt and then what? You let the Keystone Cops put me back in a fucking coma? NO THANKS! You should have asked to marry me…you might have had better luck!”
Daria nodded, her voice dropping low, even though there was no chance that anyone else would hear their conversation. “Right now, your chances of ever seeing the light of day again are nil. I am in a position to greatly increase your chances of leaving this place…but only of you cooperate.”
Gaia glared at Daria and then at the ring. She rolled her eyes, “I need assurances!”
Daria sighed as she dropped the ring into her pocket. “You are in a position to demand nothing…while I am in a position to grant nothing! All we have right now is our word…and that will have to do.” She folded her arms, “Do we have a deal?”
Gaia stared at her through her tiny enclosed prison, then laid back and closed her eyes. “FINE! I’ll help…but I can’t do it inside here. Something that small…it won’t be easy…it will take time.”
Daria smiled, “I’ll make the arrangements.” She turned back to the two-way glass and smiled. She couldn’t wait to see the look on Sloan’s face when she told her that she needed to take Gaia out on a little field trip. She was going to absolutely shit…
S.C. LEWIS BUILDING
Empire City
Anka’s wings fanned away the smoke as she landed on the edge of the gaping hole in the side of the building. The first thing she saw was the crashed vehicle, and bodies all around it. The place was a horror scene and there was nothing she could do for the people who lay dead among the ruins. She checked the broken and bloodied bodies, but no one had survived the crash.
“HEXX!” Anka glanced over as Superius burst into the yawning crash site. He frowned at the devastation all around him, then focused his attention back on her. “What happened?”
Anka ignored him, turning back to the massive hole in the side of the building. Without sparing him a second look, she launched herself into the air.
“HEXX!” Superius roared as he dashed after her and leapt. Anka was quick, but Superius caught hold of her ankle, dropping the both of them into a plummet as she was forced to adjust for the sudden increase in weight.
Her wings beating furiously, she managed to get them airworthy again—and then she began the task of trying to shake him, entering into a series of sharp turns, banks, and dives. When that did little to break his steel grip, she began to bash him into the sides of buildings. She dove nearly straight down, with the demi-god stubbornly attached to her ankle, and angled herself towards an apartment building. She suddenly rose into a steep climb, one that would have her just barely breach the edge of the building. She heard a grunt, a thud, a crash, and felt a tug at her ankles—and looked down, expecting to see Superius dashed against the side of the wall. To her surprise, he was still attached. There was a hole in the edge of the roof where he'd struck, but he looked none the worse for wear. She gritted her teeth, “YOU THINK I WON’T KILL YOU, BASTARD?!!”
Superius began to pull himself up, “I know that you’ll try! But you have to stop!” Anka maintained her erratic flight pattern as she aimed a series of punches down at him, but they had little effect. As he tried to scale her body as their altitude began to swiftly decline. Anka’s blows merely bounced off of Superius, who clung doggedly to her; he landed some blows of his own, but he didn't have the leverage to make them count. They brawled back and forth until the rising sounds of traffic informed them of how close to the ground they were getting. Anka looked up from her attempted gouging of Superius' eyes, and saw that their insane course had taken them into the midst of ground traffic. She was getting tired from the extra weight, and she didn't know if she could lift up into another ascent. Unless…
She aimed for the rail tracks—towards the transport trains. Superius realized their course and yelled, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” She didn't answer, dipping into another dive, this one into the path of a massive oncoming transport. His eyes grew wide and he looked back up at her. “STOP THIS MADNESS, YOU’LL DIE!”
Her course remained steady and she showed no signs of diverting, in fact her speed picked up. She looked down at him, “It has never bothered you before…MURDERER!”
Superius held on, looking from her to the oncoming train and then back again. Her words had struck him at his core and he was powerless against her hatred of him. His grip loosened as he spoke... “Things change…people change…”
Anka suddenly felt her body lighten as she veered up sharply just out of the path of the speeding train. She looked down as Superius hit the ground, rolling off the tracks as the speeding transport missed him by mere inches. Anka angled high into the sky, leaving him behind…though his final words echoed in her ears “…things change…people change…”
A few minutes later several squad cars arrived in the rail yards.
Stacey Jordan hopped out of one of the cars and ran up to Superius, “General, where is she?! Where is the angel?!”
Superius shook his head, “I’m afraid I was unable to capture her Detective.”
Stacey swore under her breath as she keyed her radio, “All units, this is an all-points bulletin, be on the lookout for ‘the Angel of Empire City.’ The charge is murder!”
Superius put his hand on Stacey’s shoulder, a look of concern on his face, “Detective, I would not rush to judgment. There isn’t enough evidence to call her a murderer.”
Stacey narrowed her eyes at the demi-god, “I have over 80 people dead or missing in the S.C. Lewis Building…that is all the evidence I need right now! Hexx…Anka Jarius…whatever the hell she wants to call herself? She’s coming in wearing cuffs or she’s leaving in a body bag! She’s a murder…and sooner or later, all murderers pay for their crimes!”
As the Detective walked away, this time it was Superius’ turn to have words left echoing in his ears; “…sooner or later, all murderers pay for their crimes…” Superius ran his hands over his face as he wondered when his time would come to pay…
EPISODE CREDITS
CAST (In order of appearance)
Anka … Kenzi Grey
Superius ... Seth Jorgenson
Screaming Girl in the Crowd (Arella) … Orchid
Agent Maya … Maria Salvatore
Agent Grace Sloan … Amy Jo Smyth
Daria Knight ... Missy
Gaia… Kate Steele
Detective Stacey Jordan … Nina Stokes
Directed by … DubbleFC
Screenplay by … Ron B.
Produced by … CTN Television Studios
Casting by … Maleek Raheem
Music by … Guilty Pleasure
